Chapter 19

This is a short chapter in continuation of the previous three, I hope I have not made you shed tears too much, I apologise if I have but I promise you will be rewarded later!

There is so much symbolism in this chapter (as well as the previous three), I hope you understand why I decided to write it in this form. Thank you for reading.

WARNING: mild violence, angst.

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And you gave me love

When I could not love myself

And you made me turn

From the way I saw myself

And you're patient, love

And you help me help myself

And you save me

~Save Me by Gotye

The smooth surface of the wooden floor touching her cheek was a cool sensation and it soothed in a way; her tawny hair gracefully on the floor and around her face, her eyes starring into the nothing, she could hear nothing but in her mind the memories flashed of the room, memories of her childhood as she danced on this same wooden floor, an Allongé, an Écarté, Fouetté, she remembered this as the sound of the music played in the background and she lost herself in graceful movements; it was a work of art she created with her body. Her reverie was suddenly disturbed by a pang on her abdomen and she became aware of the world around her once more, she remembered why it was that she lay on the floor as the voice of a man became clear throwing curses at her. The pain throughout her body prevented her ability to stand or sit, her limbs were weak, her ribs hurt but doubted there were any broken. Her vision focused and it terrified her to see the one who promised love to her raising a hand towards her, the hand that once caressed her body admiring the curves on her waist, the soft texture of her skin, the hand that had made her shiver at the gentle touch was the same hand which now bruised that same soft skin he'd kissed whispering how beautiful she was.

"I said 'stand up', you bitch!" he kicked her abdomen once again, Destiny could no longer scream or complain, simply took the blow with a whimper curling her body as to protect herself but it only hurt more. "You thought you could get rid of me that easily, didn't you? Getting expelled won't stop me from seeing you, you're mine, you hear? You're mine and no one else's, no one can have you or else I will fucking kill them." he lifted her up by pulling her hair merciless and she cried out in pain.

"Please… stop this, please…" she begged as her cheeks were being stained by black tears, "I have always been yours… why are you doing this?"

"I've seen the way other guys look at you, the way you seduce them with that smile, the way they look at your body. You. Are. Mine." he growled next to her ear, the hairs on her body stood on end in fear and a sob escaped from her lips.

"I don't seduce them, I don't even talk to them, I promise. Please, please just let me go…" her arms, abdomen, legs and face were bruised, her lip was torn and bleeding, her hair tangled in every direction but despite it, she was beautiful. "Please…" she broke into uncontrollable sobs but he still gripped her tightly.

"You son of a bitch, let her go." Gordon turned around to see a tall boy standing at the entrance, fists by his side and a glare that could murder, Castiel stood next to Dean looking as infuriated as he'd never been.

"Oh look, if it isn't Winchester and his little bitch, how cute!" he mocked with a smirk. "Is there anything I can do for you?" he batted his eyelashes tilting his head.

"Release her." growled Castiel glaring at Gordon who simply stood there with an unsympathetic expression on his face which Castiel wanted to rearrange.

"Why don't the two of you fuck off and skip together over a rainbow instead of butting into other people's business?"

"This is our business. Now let her go before I go there myself and beat the living shit out of you." Dean took a step forward, Destiny was on her knees trying to free herself from Gordon's grip, her eyes set on the two boys before them with hope, her body ached but it was her soul and heart that was shattered; her beauty meant nothing, the words that had been many times spoken to her praising the looks she hated so much meant nothing because it was her damnation, her reason to despise life. It was the same thing that had led her to Gordon, her beauty and though she had loved him once, all the love meant nothing in the end, he made it into nothing, burned it to ashes and made something so sweet into a bitter bile. How humans can hurt each other ruthlessly, perhaps unconsciously, words and the mind are the worst weapons a human can possess, they can kill, they can wound, words cut through what a thin blade or a bullet can not. It creates a hollow cave in the heart; a thick wall wears thin. Each to their own blame.

"I'd like to see that." he smirked, "Come on, you sissy, what cha gonna do? Get your boyfriend to beat me up?"

"As the matter of fact, yes." Dean smiled with mischief in his tone. Castiel and Dean stepped closer to Gordon until they were face to face; Gordon stood as if confident but Castiel could sense the fear in his eyes.

"You pray too loud." Castiel smirked, Gordon released his grip on Destiny proceeding to throw a fist towards Castiel but the boy avoided it. Destiny stood up stumbling, Dean wrapped her arms around her as support and protection as Castiel took care of Gordon who was now spitting blood on the wooden floor.

"You think you can get away maltreating an innocent girl and destroying others' lives?" Castiel's voice was rough with ire enough that it frightened Destiny and Dean. "You are wrong." Castiel front thrust kicked Gordon sending the boy with such force against the wall, he dropped on his knees coughing blood and he was certain there were at least one or two broken ribs. He felt his hair being pulled and he opened his eyes just to feel a fist meet his jaw over and over until he no longer felt any pain and everything became faint until finally darkness overtook him. When he finally opened his eyes he found himself in a hospital bed, his mother in tears with apparent disappointment in her eyes by his side and two police officers outside the room.

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The familiar sweet scents of cologne, lavender, cinnamon and apples filled his nostrils making him dizzy with the overdose of warmth that shoot to his soul, the arms that embraced him tightly made him shiver and the tears that fell on his skin did not belong to him. But it was alright, it was completely alright because the resentment stopped, and he felt the guilt in their voices; he'd learned to forgive but a voice deep, deep inside still cried that it was not them who should ask because they were in right, their words were true in a sense but he daren't say because Castiel hurt when he spoke lowly of himself.

His father's embrace had broken him, it had broken John, his eyes burned as the memories of him raising his own hand towards his son hurt like a knife wound in him, how the boy took it like a sheep to its death, in silence; John wept as guilt seared in him and he knew he'd shattered they young boy's heart betraying his faith in Dean, thinking so little of his own blood. A simple, 'it's okay, dad.' was not sufficient and he felt as if karma was igniting a fire just for him but he'd settle at the moment for those three words and wait for the furnace to burn him...

A fingertip trailed soothingly from his forehead to his chin, his eyelids shut as he listened to the beating of a heart, it beat just for him alone. He lay on the meadow staring at the deep blue skies, there were no clouds corrupting its purity, no aggressive winds to make him shudder, simply a kind breeze that kissed his face coolly and the soft humming of a voice he had engraved in his heart as if it were his whole life. Tender touches caressed his arms, strong yet gentle arms held his waist as if he were to break if held with inadequate force, the soft breath on his neck sent a wave of bliss through him, those lips on his as they tenderly moved against his. The scent of gardenia, jasmine, rain and ozone grasped his soul from his body into an ecstasy thus it seemed supernatural.

The hand that held his as they ran, they ran in that deep into the forest as they lost themselves in it; dense, so dense it seemed to never end. The sound of the fauna calling them, inviting them to live in it, inviting them where they belonged, the green mountains in the distance echoing their laughs, echoing the beating of their hearts. The sweet dew around the flora bowed falling on their skin like sparkles in a dream, the cool air, the smell of pines, acacia, juniper and walnut absorbed into their skin, their clothes and everything they were. They ran and ran non stop, the sky never dark, the forest never dull, they ran until they reached a cliff and yet they kept running, their hands entwined as they fell into the indigo waters that met the cerulean sky and above the deep-green forest; and they drowned, they drowned into the waters embracing each other.

"I love you." Castiel whispered softly not breaking the trance in those forest green eyes as he sank with Dean.

"I love you." he responded never blinking fearing the cerulean skies would disappear as he sank deeper and deeper into the waters, the blue waters that were Castiel's eyes.

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